Tag: memories

  • July 4th

    Are we celebrating the birth of a nation or the death of society? It’s hard to tell the difference this year. 

    America celebrates its 244th birthday today.  The fourth of July.  The day the Declaration of Independence was signed by America’s forefathers.  Thinking back on my childhood, Independence Day meant picnics and barbecues, fun and fireworks, and spending time with friends and family.  Articles and television broadcasts covered the valiant struggle to achieve Independence.  But as a child, I focused on the fun aspect of the day and not on the battles or the loss of life. Most, if not all, of those childhood memories, have been shattered by a deadly virus that has claimed the lives of more than 132 thousand people. On the heels of this deadly plague, we have the destruction of property and monuments through protests and violence.

    Focusing on the good times of the past and trying to enjoy the day is a dream when I can’t visit my community’s gorgeous outdoor pool because I need to make an appointment and have a limited time frame for that visit. Do I even want to attempt to schedule a time (if there are any available) or do I just stay home and possibly go see fireworks to have a celebration?

    Most, if not all the firework displays have been canceled.  So that’s out.  But maybe there will be displays on television that I could watch, but it’s not the same. Parks and beaches are closed.  Boat ramps are closed. Many restaurants are closed or are open to half capacity. We’re destined to stay home just as authorities dictated. Nothing is as it was.

    Over fifty years ago, I spent a summer in Europe.  I remember thinking how grateful I was to live in America and couldn’t wait to come home because there were so many conveniences that were lacking. Amenities I missed.  Now I’m wondering if that gratitude was misplaced.

    What happened to the country I love?  Could it be that we’re entering the final phases of an industrial societal collapse?  Based on the 10-year-old, 8,000-word essay by Peter Goodchild, there are 14 parts of the demise of a society. They are interrelated and cascade into one another.

    So what are they? The shortage of fossil fuels, metals, and electricity.  The scarcity of basic life needs such as food and fresh water. The transportation and communication infrastructure crumbles.  Societal relationships in government, education, and labor deteriorate.  Finally, true anarchy forces its way into our lives with crime, cults, craziness, chaos.

    Based on this list, I’d say the United States is well on its way to complete destruction.  But, wait.  Do we want to give up our way of life because research has shown this happened in the Hittite Empire, the Western Roman Empire, the Gupta Empires in India, the Han and Tang dynasties in China, and the Mayans?  Or do we fight like the ancestors this nation fought for a well-earned liberation?

    Our first independence was fraught with the sound of cannons and guns, but I would hope today’s fight would be fought on our knees. I’m but one of the millions who have been praying for our nation, our leaders, and our people. All people.

    I often pray this verse:

    If my people, which are called by my name, shall humble themselves, and pray, and seek my face, and turn from their wicked ways; then will I hear from heaven, and will forgive their sin, and will heal their land.  2 Chron 14:7 KJV

    Won’t you join me today and pray for the healing of our land?  It’s the only way.

     

  • Nostalgic Look at the Past…

    In a little over a week, My husband and I will travel to my hometown for Christmas with my extended family.  This post is not about Christmas, it’s about childhood memories. But not memories of Christmas, memories of summers spent on the grassy banks of Yellow Creek.

    Our little village had a population of about 3,000 people in the 1960s and 1970s and we had no permanent library. From my recollection, the temporary library was housed on the second floor of the Fire Station. Then it moved to the second floor of the village government offices.  That stately building was a civil war era building that was a stop on the underground railroad.  Its history was awe-inspiring. Then the temporary library moved back to the Fire Station until a utilitarian building was built specifically for the library.

    The village library was built on the banks of Yellow Creek across the street from the civil war era building. During the summer, I loved to ride my bike to the new library. I’d check out my favorite books and sat on those grassy banks and listened to the soft sounds of summer while reading Nancy Drew or some other mystery that caught my attention.

    The village and surrounding township that used the library grew exponentially that the original 1960s building was torn down to make way for a new and beautiful library that was more fitting for the architecture of the area.  The original 4.600 square foot building was transformed into a whopping 35,000 plus square foot building that sits in the same location as the original building.

    Because of its size and location, the banks of Yellow Creek overflowed several times and flooded the basement of the new building.  They built a retaining wall to minimize future flooding. Anyone wishing to sit on the banks of Yellow Creek to read, no longer can sit where I sat as a child but there is another area further downstream that the library has for people to read.  There are even benches which is an added bonus.

    The new building is gorgeous and I love to go there when I visit.

    Today, I read books on my mini-Ipad with the lighted back screen. The battery runs out and it has to be charged, but I can download as many books as I want to read without the bulkiness of actual books.  And, there’s no dogeared pages or fun bookmarks, but it works for me today.

    Everything is different but I’ll always have my childhood memories.
    What childhood memories of books and reading flood your mind?

    Front Poland Library
    Front elevation of Poland Library today
    Poland Library Back
    Rear elevation of Poland Library today

    Photos courtesy of Poland Historical Society

     

  • Children & Sports

    I saw this on my Facebook page and thought every parent should read it.  It’s very true.

    My children were involved in gymnastics and dance at very young ages and stuck through the gymnastics until High School and both danced until they graduated High School.

    Today they are successful young women who set goals and achieve them.

    The author is unknown and if you are the author, I salute you and your words of wisdom.
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    One of my friends asked, “Why do you pay so much money for your kids to do all their sports”? Well, I have a confession to make; I don’t pay for my kids to do sports. Personally, I couldn’t care less about what sport they do.

    So, if I am not paying for sports what am I paying for?
    – I pay for those moments when my kids become so tired they want to quit but don’t.
    – I pay for those days when my kids come home from school and are “too tired” to go to their training but they go anyway.
    – I pay for my kids to learn to be disciplined, focused and dedicated.
    – I pay for my kids to learn to take care of their bodies and equipment.
    – I pay for my kids to learn to work with others and to be good team mates, gracious in defeat and humble in success.
    – I pay for my kids to learn to deal with disappointment when they don’t get that placing or title they’d hoped for, but still, they go back week after week giving it their best shot.
    – I pay for my kids to learn to make and accomplish goals.
    – I pay for my kids to respect, not only themselves but other athletes, officials, and coaches.
    – I pay for my kids to learn that it takes hours and hours, years and years of hard work and practice to create a champion and that success does not happen overnight.
    – I pay for my kids to be proud of small achievements, and to work towards long-term goals.
    – I pay for the opportunity my kids have and will have to make life-long friendships, create lifelong memories, to be as proud of their achievements as I am.
    – I pay so that my kids can be out on the field or in the gym instead of in front of a screen…
    …I could go on but, to be short, I don’t pay for sports; I pay for the opportunities that sports provides my kids with to develop attributes that will serve them well throughout their lives and give them the opportunity to bless the lives of others. From what I have seen so far I think it is a great investment!
    ~Unknown